Ah I See I Was Mostly Thinking Of The Cult Being Like Hive Academy.

Danny ends up dating an alien green lantern

Hal: I know a guy who knows a guy who’s dating this guy that can help us … probably

DPxDC PROMPT:

Danny starts making podcasts about space.

DC guy of your choice listens to Danny in the background while working on stuff.

Danny gets a new boyfriend who already loves his voice and has spent hours at a time listening to him talk about space.

Writing Prompt

Imagine elves don’t know what sunburns are?

Bard, red itchy and peeling skin off: Ow!

Thranduil: Wtf Bard? A-a-are you molting?!!!

Bard: What no?? I just have a sunburn.

Thranduil: The sun... burns you....

Thranduil remembering elves are essentially stars and that he’s touched Bard before: oh no

Ghost helpline part 19 Back to Work

Alright so throwing herself off a tall tree hadn’t been the best idea but it had worked! The kid was off her trail, now she’d be able to … spy on him? Stop his evil pan? Alright so she didn’t know exactly what she could do with this information but she would figure it out!

Al Ghuls are dangerous and Robin is an Al Ghul. Batman had to know that! But … did the Wayne’s? Violet had watched a lot of their TV appearances while she was out sick and …Brucie was just that Brucie. Adorable but dumb.

This was the guy who crashed into a tower champagne flutes at his own party! The guy who got drunk and fell off ships! … The guy who sent her flowers and texted dad cat pics. There’s no way he knew just how evil the Al Ghuls were, one of them must have used him for the money. Or maybe his kid was adopted like the rest of them… but then why hide it?

“Uuuughhhhh why does this all have to be so confusing!” Ahhhh! She just wanted to fight something! Having a clear target would be so much easier!

Were the Wayne’s in trouble? Chances were the kid was a master manipulator, a killer trained from birth!

Birth… the statement made Violet feel bad. But it was probably the truth, she remembered those swords, that smug look her gave her during the summons. The look humans get when they think they can kill something bigger than them. The kid was a killer… the same kid that tried to catch her when she “fell”. The same kid that apparently painted, and panicked. And allowed himself to be dragged away by his older brother.

Maybe … maybe …

Knock knock

“Come in!”

Step step cccrreeaakk step step ccccrrreeakk

“Oh, hey Chad.”

This was weird… Chad never sought Violet out.

“Sit down let me look at your legs.”

“Oh! Am I due for a tune up? We can go down to the workshop instead?”

“Stop talking and sit down.”

She sat, igniting a magic circle on her leg. Hearing air escape for a brief moment before her leg popped off and clanged to the floor. Repeating the process with her other leg she took a chance to look at Chad. Her brother seemed …sad?

“You should take better care of yourself.”

“What?”

“I said take better care of yourself, you’re making dad worry.” He tinkered with the metal legs.

“Oh sorry.” Violet had meant to make dad worry, he already had enough on his plate. And now she had even bothered Chad over something simple. If she were smarter she’d be able to keep up with her prosthetics by herself.

“Good. Don’t get sick again. It’s bothersome.”

Right. Bothersome.

She laid back as Chad kept at it. A nap wouldn’t hurt—

Knock knock knock

The person behind the door didn’t wait for a response and walked right in.

“Violet we need to talk.”

“Oh Dandy, me and Chad are already-“

“Done.” Chad left like a wolf was chasing him out.

“Violet,” Dandy aborted a motion to rake threw his hair and sat down instead, “Violet we will be getting a visitor soon, around three or so. That boy is coming over to apologize to you.”

“Oh that’s nice of him.” Oh shit.

“I need you to promise me you’ll be careful if father pushes you two to be friends.”

“Yes yes I know to be careful! No magic no slip ups I-“

A look filtered threw her brothers face, “That’s not what I mean.” Dandy reached over.

Dandy held her hand. They had held hands before, Violet loved holding hands with Dandy and dad. It made her feel safe and warm sure but more than anything it gave her something Violet craved the way other demons craved blood. Hold their hands made Konstelacio feel wanted.

But this… this was different, there was a look in Dandy’s eyes she’d never seen before.

“You know not to trust humans, Violet. You know how awful they all are.”

Violet swallowed, she knew.

“I need you to be careful don’t let your guard down for a moment.”

“But Dandy—“

His grip on her hand hardened, “Promise me Violet. Promise me you won’t trust any human with your heart. They don’t deserve you.”

Violet scooted closer to him, now that statement didn’t make any sense. Her heart?

“… is,” her voice was quite, “Is this about dad and Mr Wayne?”

“Promise me.”

“Dandy—“

“Please. I don’t want to see you get hurt again. Any of you. I don’t think I could take it.”

Oh Dandy was crying. She’d never seen her biggest big brother cry before…

“Okay I promise.”

They hugged like it was the first time all over again. Like someone was going to reach out and snatch her out of his arms.

—- —- —-

Violet stayed in bed with her one remaining knee up. She didn’t know what to think anymore. Humans are bad sure but not all of them.

The humans in Fawcett were kind. And she had meet Jack when he was still a human. A lot of magical creatures started off as humans and and … and Mr Wayne was nice.

He sent her flowers when she was sick. And talked to her sweetly whenever she picked up the phone. He made daddy happy. Why can’t Dandy see that?

She levitated her prosthetics, one at a time, on to the bed. Their flight was wobbly, they were the heaviest thing she could carry.

Putting her legs back on she felt a pull. A tug.

She spared a look at the clock, 1:33pm.

Tug tug tug - she had enough time.

She stood up, “Alright then back to work.”

A second layer and she was gone.

For whatever reason Danny cant leave the mansion or is drawn to it or something AND they manage a glimpse at him black haired and blue eyed???

Tim: i think he might be related to you bruce

B: well that makes sense

Tim: B I dont think you understand /the teen ghost is related to you and haunting the manor/

Anyway yeah just the assumption somewhere in this house Danny was murdered ….. and maybe cuz of his ice core he really likes the fridge… and sometime mentions how nice it must be to always have safe food…yeah messed up misunderstandings

Danny was enjoying himself. His new haunt was suprisingly spacious and came with lots of charges who needed protection and care.

The old butler guy, Alfred, seemed to at least have an idea of what was going on. He had been making extra food lately and leaving it out for Danny to eat in a secluded area. Danny always made sure to turn the plate invisible and sneak it back to his hidden passage panic room before he started eating.

In return, Danny made sure to do lots of chores around the manor. Intangibility and wind manipulation made dusting super easy if you knew how to use it right.

Danny also took his job as a guardian spirit seriously. He overheard the bats fighting about not wanting to be coddled on patrol and decided it was best to let them handle themselves outside of the manor. Danny himself hated when people stuck thier noses into his business.

Jazz had screwed him over countless times with her good intentions.

But the manor was different. This was his new haunt after his old one kicked him out. This family had invited him in whether they knew it or not. Also, since the Fentons and GIW don't exist in this world, they'd have a hell of a time kicking him out.

It's best not to let it come to that. So Danny had to make these people love him the way Amity Park never did.

The Wayne's however are rather dense. You would think them being the worlds greatest detectives would mean something, but they kept silently blaming each other for things happening around the manor until they couldn't.

A book being put away when they were done with it or their messes being cleaned up when they came back into a room could be easily explained by how many people lived there. The family entering the dining room, discussing what they were going to order for dinner since Alfred was gone for a week only to find a full meal waiting for them on the diner table? They couldn't brush that off.

None of them could cook.

Ghost helpline part 15 sibling adventures

Klarion just wanted to cause some mischief, just because he left the Lords of Chaos doesn’t mean he’s no longer a trickster after all. Having Violet and Billy gone for so long had made him restless. So when he heard that there was an Atlantean artifact being shown off in Happy Harbor Museum the same color as his only sisters dual eyes he HAD to have it.

It was supposed to be an easy trip. Teleport in cause some chaos, steal the trinket and teleport out. May be he’d get to throw some sidekicks around, he hadn’t been expecting

Dr. Fate.

God he missed Nelson.

—- —- —-

Violet followed the celery dog and it’s master into the empty building- oh not empty. There were people talking at the bar and ten hidden guards. She sniffed the air, the one in green was bleeding.

“Goddamn it Harleen what did you do? Who is this you can’t just bring in strangers to drug deals!”

“Oh hold your horses Penguin. I’m just looking after the kid until someone comes to get her. What was I supposed to do just leave a meta kid alone in Gotham.” Harley spouted while r the walked to the bar, immediately grabbing a drink and downing it.

“A meta huhhh?”

“Oh no Penguin don’t be getting no ideas there, this kid is in no condition to join a gang.”

“Tch- so girly what’s your power?”

The girl was starting to anger Cobblepot, there was something about her that didn’t seem right. She wasn’t even answering she was just staring at all of them! At him, like he was some sort of freak show!

“Well I’m talking to you!”

The girl clocked her head, opening and closing her mouth a few times. She was getting on Oswald’s nerves, that vacant expression was creepy on a kid.

Oswald hated when people stared.

“Your green friend is bleeding.”

What?

The Penguin followed her gaze, around him and to Riddler. She hadn’t been staring at him at all?

“What? How did you figure that out?” Riddler smiled as Harley read him the riot act.

Cobblepot rolled his eyes at the twos antics, “Maurice! Bring the new fish some food!”

Noise could be heard from the kitchen, huh Violet thought - nine guards then.

“Oh come on Oswald don’t be cruel! Look at her!” Nygma chastised as the chef brought out a platter of dead, fully intact fish.

Instead of the usual shrieking the girl stared at it… “This is for me?”

“It’s in front of you isn’t it. Dig in.”

Violet was hungry, and Harleys phone was still charging. She knew she should eat food from people who weren’t her family but it didn’t seem that this came with any strings attached.

- Harley was horrified, the girl was reaching over to grab a fish. She was holding it in her gloved hands, “Hey kid you don’t gotta -“

She bit straight into it. Since when we’re her teeth sharp like that? She was chewing quickly, slurping on guts and swallowing with out hesitation. Like a train wreck Harley couldn’t look away, even as she took her other hand and pulled another fish apart by the ribs.

Oswald laughed and laughed, this was great. He reached over to take a morsel for himself and the girl flinched. Letting the fish drop onto the counter she covered her mouth with her soaking gloves, “Oh, sorry.”

It was the villains turn to stare.

Surprisingly it was Riddler who got over .. all of that .. first, “Why are you apologizing? We told you to eat and you ate. Good job.” He stared over her head to Oswald and mouthed, “Fix this.”

She was still covering her mouth.

The thing about the Ice Berge Lounge was that it was a place that ran on Villains and freakish clientele, this sense of shame simply would do Oswald thought - not here.

“You can keep eating I -“

“It’s okay I’m not hungry.” She said while eyeing the plate.

“Hey bud we already saw your teeth, and we know you’re a meta so you can keep eating okay? Look even Ossy has sharp teeth!”

“Don’t call me that Harls! - But she’s right do eat comfortably.”

The moved her hands down onto her dirty dress, her teeth looked normal now. “I’m not suppose to … I know it’s … ugly.”

Oswald felt enraged, “Look here no one in this lounge is ever going to give you crap about something like that okay kid? So just eat, we’re going to be deal with work so we won’t even look at you Capeesh?”

The kid looked entirely bewildered, Oswald slowly grabbed a fish for himself and swallowed it whole. The girl started eating again and he called it a win.

- Violet continued to eat as the adults talked. She felt mouths water under her skin, she could still smell blood. If it hadn’t been for the one dressed in green she might have not figured it out. But to be fair none of these villains were acting very villainous at the moment, drug deal aside.

It wouldn’t take that long for Harley’s phone to charge… who was she going to call? She definitely couldn’t call dad or Dandy she thought. She knew how mad and disappointed they’d be. And she wasn’t even sure where Billy was…

Alright that leaves seven brothers left.

—- —- —-

All Dandy had wanted to do was go on a nice drive with his brother to pick up their sister. But nooooo his little brother had to pick a fight with a lord of order and a gaggle of side kicks.

The worst part was that Charles and Klarion were utterly enjoying themselves.

“Awww is the Baby League gonna cry?”

Both of them had located Klarion quickly after entering the town, turning into their ghost selves before entering the museum.

Half of the place was destroyed, the entire town was semi floating and Charles was throwing fireballs like it was the only move he knew. At least it slowed the martian down. It was pure havoc.

Dandy saw a blond pocket the necklace. Uhhh, this is why you don’t send Klarion to do a stealth mission. He squared up against the girl, this necklace better be worth it.

- Charles was having the time of his afterlife! He was fighting real superhero’s! … and Dr.Fate.

Unlike his brothers Charles ghost form, lovingly called Danka, wasn’t … fleshy. Instead of a pallet switch, his black hair became black fire and his body discorporated into sizzling unbreakable bone.

Charles laughed as he spotted his brother buzzing around the young Amazonian. Dandy’s specialty was shrinking, collapsing in on himself until he was nothing more than a ball of light. Often confused for the ghost of a fairy instead of a human.

“I got it! Klarion portal us out now!”

Charles whooped out loud, best day ever.

Dandy looked around their new location and held the urge to scream, “Klarion. Where are we? And where is our car?” Worst day ever.

—- —- —-

Billy knew that beating in Dr. Silvana wasn’t a constructive out lit for his anger. But he couldn’t throw a punch at his “co- workers” so this would have to do.

Billy walked down the streets after leaving the reject pediatrician for the police. He knew Fawcett like the back of his hand, even after getting adopted Vlad could never take him away from here. Not that the old man had tried, Billy was almost convinced his family thought the town was his haunt. He slowed down near a drop for homeless kids and stuck a roll of cash inside, all crumpled ones and fives. Maybe they were right.

He kept on walking, staring up at graphite and half finish murals. He couldn’t shake Batman’s words out of his head.

// The three of them had been taken in by Duke Vlad Plasmius at the end of the war. Violet had been promised asylum and adoption for her contributions in battle.

Klarion demanded asylum from the Court of Chaos that had abandoned him and had thrown him into war like a lamb to slaughter. He refused to leave Violets side.

The gods whispered their apologies to Billy. He shrugged this worked for him, they were a packaged deal now.

The trio explored Phantoms Keep like children and played politics like adults. Billy didn’t trust Vlad yet , he knew what adults were like. There had to be an ulterior motive here.

“Vlad! What’s happening what’s going on?”

Violet looked excited. They had all been worked up and dressed up in their finest, which wasn’t saying much. Vlad smiled back at her, “The royal painter is here dear, we are to be cataloged as part of the Royal Family.”

“Us? But-“

“All three of you are to be my children, so all three of you will be afforded the rights of one.” The man kneeled down, actually knelled! It left Billy bewildered. “I can’t promise things will be perfect, and I can’t promise a fairness in the line of succession or anything like that. But I will fight tooth and nail that you are all given the respect and dignity you deserve. So please please let me try.”

Billy could see Klarion waver, and Violet was already sold on the idea. “Okay dad! Let’s go!”

They meet up with their new siblings and all was well. It was a slow and tedious process but both him and Klarion ended up looking good. The human magician was old and stand off-ish but it didn’t matter. He bowed at the appropriate places and was deceptively polite.

… until Violet stood up for her portrait last.

It was all a blur and the painter almost got shanked.

“I’m sorry my Duke, I just don’t see why I have to paint her. It’s not like she’s in any line of power-“

“She is my daughter.”

“Right. Well I just don’t feel comfortable painting someone … like her.”

“Get. Out.” It was a lot easier to believe Vlad after that.//

Billy looked at the city mural and fiddled with his dads credit card inside his pocket. He thought about taking up painting.

—- —- —-

Jazz and Danny don’t get much time together these days, which was fine really. What was a little time apart when they had eternity.

Jazz smiles as Aragon walks into her territory, time to get to work.

—- —- —-

The werewolf stopped in front of the group heaving in anger, “What to scared to fight your own battles blood sucker?”

“I didn’t do anything wrong! I don’t even know you!”

“Liar! My friend dies and you just happen to be in the same area!!”

“Hold on,” Kaldurs voice harden, “Let’s talk this threw calmly. We are actually here investigating a death, if you could give us any information we can take care of this for you. There is no need for undue violence. If -“

The beast man growled, “His name was John Mark he worked in the building you just came out of. Do whatever you want. We know who’s really to blame.”

“I didn’t-“

“Better watch your back bloodsucker! Gggrrr You can’t hide behind the Atlantian forever.” The werewolf bared his teeth one last time before turning away from them.

- Kaldur was left sharing a confused look with Dick. That man had seem ready to hack them to pieces, they had been expecting a fight at least but instead he had spoken as if Kaldur was nothing but a shield. Maybe -

The girl bowed to Kaldur, “Thank you! Thank you so much! I-“

Nightwing stepped in with his easy going persona, “It’s alright you’re safe now. Do you mind if we ask you some questions? We-“

“I didn’t do it! I swear I just got here! I hardly even spend time in the mortal realm!”

“Wait if you hardly spend time here, then how did you know we were heroes?”

Jacks eyes blinked at them, oh shit. “Your heroes?!?!” Fuck fuck fuck

Dick could see the internal panic, “Hey hey it’s okay, just talk to us you’re not in trouble. Here you’re bleeding.” Dick took out his med kit, it would be an ideal time to get a blood sample.

“Don’t! Don’t touch me! You should never touch a bleeding vampire!”

Jack stepped back, god how dumb was this human?

Kaldur was getting worried, “If you didn’t know we are heroes why did you hide behind me?”

The pink dressed mess stared at him, “Do do you seriously not know????”

More bowing, “The stories of Atlantis king are terrifying, no one would be stupid enough to fight one of his subjects … so I kind of used it to my advantage. Sorry.”

Kaldur felt pride swell in chest, “Right.” Kaldur looked at the vampire, they were cute and clever. If only they were a boy Kaldur might, well it doesn’t matter.

“So what were you doing here?”

“I was collecting some flowers for my fright-mate!” A pink bag opened to show off a collection of flower heads, stems, leaves and ziplocks of soil. “She’s sick so I came, into your haunt without thinking.” The stranger flushed.

“Right well you should be wary, especially in places like Bludhaven and Gotham. Also walking around at night is dangerous for girls in these parts, lot of trafficking rings and stuff.” Nightwing debated tacking on a piece about not wanting to see any murders out of her but that felt unnecessary and perhaps a tad to mean.

A confused look took over their face, “But plenty of Vampires live here? And I’m not a girl?”

Well Dick was embarrassed now, Kaldur was just straight up shocked- the surface world really was different.

“Uhhh I should uhhh go… now… sunrise and all that.” She- uh they stepped away from them slowly.

Kaldur reached out, “Wait! What if we need to contact you again? … for the case!”

“Oh here, call for me if you need me. I owe you one for this whole mess I guess- But just one.”

Kaldur held on to the pink headband as the boy speed off.

“Uhhh great now I owe Tim money.”

—— —- —-

Note

For anyone wondering Teekle, Klarions cat, is at home with Vlad.

I can see Billy not trusting Vlad at first only to completely take advantage later.

Yes Tim is definitely a conspiracy theorist that fully believes Vampires live in Gotham.

Dandy hates humans and the painter being a human magician, only add fuel to the fire.

Tim joined for a while- it’s why he was so good starting out as Robin with less training then the others. Cuz technically he did have training- also Deathstroke being his uncle??

If anyone writes this it should be a drama coming all of time secrets cuz he has a lot of them yikes

Also tag me cuz I’d love to read it

You know I bet Tim with his Flying Grayson/Dick Grayson obsession as a kid probably found lost footage of the time Dick promoted a cult while brainwashed on national television

Ghost helpline part 20

friend or foe

The man hadn’t been kidding about not wanting to play babysitter. At Damian’s assistance that he didn’t need anything Ziyad took his own piece of cake and waved him off. Not really caring where Damian went.

He debated going after the man and demand answers but didn’t. He needed to know how he had that strip of white in his hair. How? Why? Was this the demons fault? Zatanna had said she reeked of the pits, whatever that meant.

He needed to know. He need to know if there was anyway to help Todd. His brother didn’t deserve the side effects the pit had given him. He’d never known the Todd from before… but well if Todd’s anger could be fixed and Damian had a chance to do it and he didn’t take it.….

He continued walking. The assassin supposed being overlooked as just a child was at time’s advantageous. Even if it made him angry.

The location of her room was practically spoon fed to him, pink taped arrows leading the way to an entire wing of the mansion that was presumably hers.

It was overtly colorful.

Her room was cozy. Damian wasn’t sure what a teenage girls room is supposed to look like. After all Browns and Cassandra’s rooms were probably not the best examples.

Her closet was overflowing with clothes, shoes and accessories. He checked the pockets and found a few switch blades and - guns. Typical self defense items for a woman in Gotham really. Damian opened jewelry boxes and riffled threw accessories. Some he assumed to be enchanted.

He left the closet to check the desk and bookshelf’s for anything incriminating. Ugh. Even the paper was colorful. Thankfully the type writer was black. There were little notes about her brothers things they liked, days they were going to be busy and stuff like that. There was also reference to someone named Jack and someone named Pink. Most likely aliases- he would have to research them later.

Dishes crowded every serface. Honestly how did this huge family not have any servants. The boy grimaced. Pennyworth would never allow a patients room to get this bad.

Well this at least told him one thing. The masters family definitely had something to hide. If they didn’t someone would have been hired to up keep this place!

There were spell books, okay maybe it was just poetry. There was paper slips with symbols loose in her drawer.

Damian pocketed a couple.

There were notebooks filled with languages he didn’t recognize. A lot of it was repeating. It was as if she was practicing how to write. Damian stilled and looked back at the book shelf. The English books were the level of a first grader. And the tomes were filled with grammatical notes. It made him bite his lips together, did she not know how to read?

Whatever. A good portion of the world is illiterate. She could still be a mastermind, this proved nothing.

He moved on to the cream yellow mini fridge. It was covered in glitter stickers and magnets. Notes stuck to the top.

“Hey Vi! Ask Bella if he can contact me about the SBS. We’ve run into an issue with the current shipment - love Red”

Damian took a picture of the note. Good god how many people were involved in all this? Were the masters involved? Did they know their “precious” daughter was a monster?

The little assassin felt his insides squirm at the wording. Weird he hadn’t had a qualms about calling her that before. Why did it suddenly fill him with trepidation?

The fridge was surrounded by pill bottles and glass jars filled with dried herbs. The labels were written in a different persons handwriting . A sigh escaped him.

All right time to check the fridge.

Damian has no idea what demons eat but he doubted it was anything good. Human remains? Blood? Something horrible he supposed. Hopefully something he could use as evidence.

The door opened to reveal…. Liquid vitamins and supplements ??? Well she had been sick recently. Maybe it was a common occurrence? Or maybe she was able to eat what she’s supposed to? And if so why? Was she actually being ethical and kind?

There were glowing green juice pouches. Damian berated himself for not bringing a satchel. The size of the things he could swipe was limited to his pockets. No matter he could get it next time.

He paused. Next time? Since when did he start thinking about coming back here?

—- —- —-

The bathroom in Vlad’s room had steam spill out in waves. Violet had never gotten around to moving her things into her own bathroom. Dad didn’t seem to mind and… it was just easier. It was easier to exist in someone else’s space.

To use dads bathroom and sleep in Billy’s bed and eat Klarion’s food. To exist in a space so lovingly lived in she knew she wouldn’t disappear.

She looked at her natural state in the mirror. Her nose twitched. That boy knew she was a demon, he had yelled it at her when they’d “meet”. And now he was suddenly over to apologize? An Al Ghul apologizing ? And to someone “beneath” them ? How laughable.

She couldn’t find her brush. She ran her claws threw her hair with a frown. The cracks on her body … looked different? Smaller and faded around the edges of her arms. Her fingers were still drenched in black but had taken on a more purple sheen.

There was still a black cracked piece on her chest.

She would have thought the teleportation flu would have made her condition worse but… she looked better? Maybe her medicine really was helping?

She’d have to show her Aunties, maybe Frostbite? There weren’t exactly a lot of people comfortable working on her. Ethier she was a demon, or the wrong kind of demon, or an amputee or a woman of something!

Not that it mattered very few people knew how to treat her condition. And so far it was considered incurable.

The black cracks pulsed painfully. She shifted into her human disguise.

Well time to get this over with. Chances were instead of an apology she was going to receive an offer. And maybe… maybe if Damian wasn’t technically an Al Ghul….. maybe she could….

Violet, Konstelacio, hopeful and sad followed the pink arrows to her room to find a hair brush before having to see the boys face again.

Except she opened the door and his face was already there.

“What are you doing in my room?!”

Note:

Not burying the lead here Bella (Bellatric) is Brett

Can anyone guess what SBS is?

you have been visited by the seven magic dragon balls your biggest wish will be granted but only if you reblog

The JL meet Danny, threw Wonder Woman … contacting pandora!

It works on both levels

Meeting Fenton in the training area: omg why is a human here and oh wow he can fight!

Or even better meeting Fenton there and instead of trying to fight Pandora is teaching him politics:

Omg why is there a human here and why is he being tutored in politics by the Pandora he must be someone important

Or just him as phantom with an outfit change since the hazmat is a bit of a give away: oh no this child died and indebted to Pandora

They really didn’t mean anything by it honestly Bards elves were just too sensitive!!!!

Verissa had been about town with Lindir when thier dear little nephew had run up to them crumbs splattered on his face hands wide for a hug. All the elves adored the children of Dale and Lindir was no acception.

“Verissa can’t I play with you today mommy and daddy are fighting again.”

“Of course you may,” Verissa cleaned his cheeks “ this is my friend Lindir.”

The rest of the afternoon was quite uneventful until dinner time approached the child, “Do I have to go home Verissa?”

“ You do. Look as much as your parents may fight they love you okay.”

“Really?”

“Of course, as constant as the stars above always know that you are loved....now go hone my poor brother must be worried sick! Shoo!”

“Bye Verissa! By mr elf!!!”

“Well now that the kids gone.... Lindir.”

Tears streamed down his cheeks.

“Awww fuck.”